Hippiethecat124

Greetings, artists! I apologize for my extraordinarily long leaves of absence (though with the quality of my photography and number of followers, I doubt I've been much missed), and my instance on updating this journal whenever I log onto the site. Unfortunately, my college has me essentially bound to my home, and my sudden loss of a vehicle (long story short, I pulled out into a highway a little too soon and received a gentle kiss on the side of my mother's Taurus by a city garbage truck) is preventing me from getting out to shoot. Hopefully I'll be able to procure a ride and free time to scout out old houses, glades, warehouses and the li

Hello, my friends.  =) I'm sorry it's taken me so very long to post anything for a few months. After I went to Maine, I just became apathetic about my photography around town. It seems like I've taken pictures of everything within walking distance of my house, and I realized that I lost my touch with the Nikon.  =P  I may upload a character sketch in a few days from my book. I've been working more on that than my art recently. I would love to talk about it with you, but there's too much to explanin in a short journal entry, lol. Also, I started college in the spring this year, and have been swamped in homework. I've also been considering wr

I'm not saying that I have emotional issues.  All I mean to say is that sometimes I feel like I know people that I don't. People I've never even met. I see them talking to their friends and I hear their stories and consider them a friend, but I realize that I'm only a watcher; an observer of sorts. Freud called it Transference, and I realize that this should be unsettling to me... But it's not. Not really. It may be to others, to those I've transferred onto, but not to me.  I also have major depressive disorder. I've not taken any medication for it, though I've been thinking for a long time that maybe I should go to my therapist and ask,